Tuesday, February 28, 2012

What The Hell Am I Doing?

When u don't care how i feel,
When u aren't worried about how the cold of your coldest shoulder,
chills me 2 the bone,

i gotta ask myself,
what the hell i'm doing here,
i gotta ask myself,
what good can come of this,
when u can't even get a kiss,
let alone a full filling night,
cuz you'd much rather fight,
u ain't concerned with my tears,
so i ask myself,
what the hell am i doing here...

when the last time u said my name,
was in anger,
and the last time u looked in2 my eyes,
like i was a stranger,

i gotta ask myself,
what the hell i'm doing here,
i gotta ask myself,
what good can come of this,
when u can't even get a kiss,
let alone a full filling night,
cuz you'd much rather fight,
u ain't concerned with my tears,
so i ask myself,
what the hell am i doing here...

used 2 be a time when u couldn't keep ur hands off of me,
nah.. that time was only in my mind,
guess it might be better 4 u if we slipped off these rings,
it might make us both feel better in time... or maybe we would regret...

maybe we should ask..

what the hell are we doing here?
is it really that hard 2 love,
someone u've known all your goddamn life,
someone who was ur first,
ur first kiss, ur first hand holding,
ur first .. intimate moment,
why is it so easy 2 make it feel like the worst,
thing we could do 2gether..
we're standing on a broken in a million pieces forever,
what the hell are we gonna do?

why should i feel like i have to ask myself,
what the hell i'm doing here,
i gotta ask myself,
what good can come of this,
when u can't even get a kiss,
let alone a full filling night,
cuz you'd much rather fight,
u ain't concerned with my tears,
still i ask myself,

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I'm 36 years old, and I have 3 awesome kids. I have been singing since I was 3, writing poems and songs since I was 10. I love to write. I've been through a hellish childhood, and writing is therepudic.